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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kayak to the disco 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.