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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.