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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.