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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.