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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.