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 China and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.