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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.