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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.