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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.