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 Kuwait 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moleskins to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case 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 grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.