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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.