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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.