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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.