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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.