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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.