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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.