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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Can,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.