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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Slits,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.