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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.