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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.