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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
X-101,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.