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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Television,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.