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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.