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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.