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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Main Source 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.