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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 10cc to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
X-101,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.