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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.