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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.