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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.