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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.