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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.