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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.