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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
ABC,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.