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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.