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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Suicide,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
The Names,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.