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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.