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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.