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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.