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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Skriet,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.