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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.