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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.