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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.