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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.