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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.