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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.