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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.