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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.