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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.