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 Burundi and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.