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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.