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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.