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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.