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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.