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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.