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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Swans,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.