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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Nico,
Chrome,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
AZ,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.