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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.