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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.