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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.