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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Magma,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.