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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Organ to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
The Martian,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.