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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
The Sound,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.