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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 The Kinks 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.