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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
10cc,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.