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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.