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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.