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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.