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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.