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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.