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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Niagra,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.