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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.