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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.