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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Human League to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Index,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.