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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.