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 Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.