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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Hood 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.