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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Invisible 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.