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 Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.