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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.