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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.