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 Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
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The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.