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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
X-101,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.