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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.