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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.