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 Laos and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.