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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 The Smoke to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.