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 Albania and from New York.
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 Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.