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 Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June Days to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.