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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.