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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.