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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.