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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Magma,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.