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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.