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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.