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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.