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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.