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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.