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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.