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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.