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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions 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?
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.