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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.