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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.