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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Angry Samoans 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.