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 Serbia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.