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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Television,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.