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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.