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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.