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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.