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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.