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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Names to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.