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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
UT,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.