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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.