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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Five Americans to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.