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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.