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 Bahamas 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.