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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.