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 Oman 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.