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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.