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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.