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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.