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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.