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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.