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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.