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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Gun Club to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.