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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.