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 Qatar 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.