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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.