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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.