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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 J.B.'s to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Associates,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.