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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.