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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.