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 Saudi Arabia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.