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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.