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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.