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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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.,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.