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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.