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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.