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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.