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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.