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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.