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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.