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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.