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 United States and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.