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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Index,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.