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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
The Move,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.