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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.