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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.