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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.