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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.