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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.