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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Monolake,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.