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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
World's Most,
Magma,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.