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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.