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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.