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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.