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 Botswana 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Seeds to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
AZ,
Magma,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.