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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.