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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.