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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.