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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.