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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.