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 Uruguay 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Pole,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.