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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.