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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Index,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.