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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Techniques to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Can,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Japan,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.