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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Can,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.