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 China and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.