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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek 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?
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.