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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the rap 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.