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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.