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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.