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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.