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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
The Motions,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.