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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Faust,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.