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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Organ,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
This Heat,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Rakim,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.