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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Brick,
JFA,
Slave,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Hoover,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.