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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.