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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.