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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
UT,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.