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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.