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 Vietnam 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
The Index,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.