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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.