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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.