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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.