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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.