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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.