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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.