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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.