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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fire Engines to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.