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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.