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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.