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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.