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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Doors,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.