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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Scion,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.