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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.