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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.