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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Robert Görl 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.