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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
MC5,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.