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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
JFA,
a-ha,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.