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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.