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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.