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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.