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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Red Krayola 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.