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 El Salvador 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.