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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.