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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.