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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.