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 Brunei and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.