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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Crime,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.