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 France and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.