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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.