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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
the Human League,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.