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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.