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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.