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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Urselle,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Newcleus,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.