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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Monks,
cv313,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.