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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
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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.