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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Little Man,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.