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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.