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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Sister Nancy 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
MC5,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.