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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.