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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
10cc,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.