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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.