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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.