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 France and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.