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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.