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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.