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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.