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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
X-101,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.