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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.