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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.