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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.