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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Names,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Monks,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.