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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.