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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Urselle to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.