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 Norway and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.