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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.