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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
PIL,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.