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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.