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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.