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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Smog to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.