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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.