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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
The Residents,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
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.