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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Nico,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.