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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.