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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
10cc,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.