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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
X-102,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
The Names,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.