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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.