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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.