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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.