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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.