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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.