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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.