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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.