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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.