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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Index,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.