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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 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 Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Qualms,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
K-Klass,
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.