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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.