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 Bolivia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Jandek,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.