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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.