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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Index,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Scion,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.