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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.