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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.