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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.