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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
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.