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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Technova,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.