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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.