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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Can,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.