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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.