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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.