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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.