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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.