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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.