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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.