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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.