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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.