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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.