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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
New Order,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.