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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Brick,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.