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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.