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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.