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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.