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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Technova,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Can,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.