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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.