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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 ABC to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.