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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.