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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.