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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.