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 Moldova 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.