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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.