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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
The Names,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.