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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.