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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.