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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith 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?
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.