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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Television,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.