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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Scientists,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.