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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Can,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.