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 Grenada and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.