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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.