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 Austria and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.