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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Scion,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Excepter,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.