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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Whodini 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.