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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.