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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.