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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.