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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.