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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.