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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.