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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.