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 Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.