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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.