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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.