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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.