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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.