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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.