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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.