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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.