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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan 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?
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.