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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.