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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Symarip,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.