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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Monks,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Aswad,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.