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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
June Days,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.