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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.