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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
PIL,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.