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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.