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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.