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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.