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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Visage,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.