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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.