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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
10cc,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.