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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.