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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.