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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.