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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.