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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.