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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.