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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol 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 dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.