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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.