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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.