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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.