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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.