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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.