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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.