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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.