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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.