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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.