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 Ethiopia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.