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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.