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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.