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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.