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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.