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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.