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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.