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 Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.