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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.