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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.