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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.