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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.