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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.