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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 OOIOO 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.