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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.