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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Monks,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.