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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Faust,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.