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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.