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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.