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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Franke,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.