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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.