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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Pole to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.