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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.