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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.