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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Can,
Scion,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.