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 Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.