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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.