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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.