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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.