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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Wings,
X-102,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.