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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.