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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.