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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.