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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.