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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.