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 Singapore 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.