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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.