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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
JFA,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Mars,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.