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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.