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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Magma,
Urselle,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.