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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.