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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.