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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.