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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.