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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.