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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Television,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.