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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.