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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Technova to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.