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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.