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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.