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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Cluster,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.