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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Gong,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.