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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.