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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.