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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.