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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.