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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.