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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Index,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.