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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.