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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Aswad,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.