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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.