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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.