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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.