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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
June of 44,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.