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 Sudan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.