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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Audionom,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.