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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Kayak,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.