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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.