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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.