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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.