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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.