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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.