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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.