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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Nas,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.