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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.