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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.