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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Pole,
The Standells,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.