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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Little Man,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.