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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Germs,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.