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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Roxette,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.