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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.