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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.