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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
UT,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Index,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.