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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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?
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.