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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.