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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.