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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.