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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.