Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
PIL,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.