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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.