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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Crime,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.