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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.