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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 ABC to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.