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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.