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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 World's Most to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Can,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.