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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.