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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Organ,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.