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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.