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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.