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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.