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 Panama 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.