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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Television,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.