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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.