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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.