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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.