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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
The Names,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.