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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Can,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.