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 Portugal 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Organ,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.