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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Index,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.