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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
The Names,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.