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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.