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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.