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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.