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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.