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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.