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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.