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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.