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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.