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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 The Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Television,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.