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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.