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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.