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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Mars,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.