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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Wings,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.