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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.