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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.