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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.