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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.