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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.