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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.