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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Junior Murvin 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.