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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.