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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.