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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.