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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.