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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.