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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
MDC,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
a-ha,
cv313,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.