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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.