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 Jamaica 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.