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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.