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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.