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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Wire,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
New Order,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.