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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.