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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.