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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.