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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.