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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.