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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.