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 Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.