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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.