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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.