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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.