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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s 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 PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.