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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Hoover,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.