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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Mars,
Cameo,
Television,
Skaos,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.