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 Qatar 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.