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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.