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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.