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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things 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?
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.