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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.