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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.