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 Sri Lanka 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
UT,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.