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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
X-101,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.