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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.