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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.