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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.