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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.